I seriously feel the need to chew on a fat cell right now. I have lock jaw just getting ancy about it.

You beautiful, soft, fatties have the cutest names and messages. My apologies for not answering you all right away. It's hard to fix the ruins people left you in, so quickly and callously. To pretend it does not bother you? I just don't pretend. You all make me smile and I'm loving the bellies. Thank you for your sweet messages. Don't worry, that heartless fucker will be served.

Head Mistress Shortcake told you soft potentially fucking piggies to roll out and get a fatty milkshake now. Send me your pics. I'll give you something you like. Who asked to meet up 3 weeks ago? I got safety rules, background check and you need to fill out an application and present medical paperwork. Plus, a contract with me. Whom ever does this the beyond my standards. My bar is high. I'll send you my underwear. So fucking do it. I have a lot work and school work! God! Cakes and t-shirts to make. Thanks for keeping me skinny, fatties.

I'm ready to make buttercream cakes, t-shirts. Even write you your own personally story but everything has a price. Anyone who tries to compete with me and copy me. I guarantee you will lose. So don't try to do it.

I'm actually starting to write my stories. Kinda of thrilling. It was just my douchebaggery of a Feedee to get over. Why the fuck should I be jumping through hoops and trying to reach this unreachable bar. Looking at the big picture. He is a spoiled piece of shit who blames shifts all on me. He's fucking terrible. He was a victim in a different way. He turned it into something else. His promises were all empty and take backs. What kind of person does the shit he has done. So my stories might be a bit aggressive with straps ons and a lot of sadist shit. A girl has to work through that fuckers bullshit. He acts like he has no hand in destroying my life. Started cheating when he knew his parents would not accept me ever. Then he says he is dating at the beginning and the peak of COVID. The dude is a chronic liar as well. 7 years and bails after all the destruction he was a part of. If I could have just eaten that piggy before he was implying I was a slut when I came back from Texas. He gas lights he didn't cheat. If Karma exist. It's going to paddle spank his chubby ass. Actually he is trying to lose weight to find someone to breed with. Gew! I thinking I may go bi because of this dude. Seriously fuck my exes. They are gross. All my hard fucking work to make that Norman Rockwell painting for Mummy and Daddy. I honestly hope he dies.

You know that movie Okja from Netflix? It's like I lost my fat pig I engineered. He went through the processor and he is lost in tacky plastic packages. Everyone gets to taste and eat him. Maybe it's better he's harvested in my mind. Surprise! After this huge dick thing and he hurt me again as adults. He just no longer existed. I never imagined I fall in love with him. You all can eat him.

Thank freakin Donuts Valentine's Day over. It's so sad I hate it now. It was a major feeder fest for me. Just stuffing him with so many heart shaped, cake pastries, chocolates, whipped cream as I had him tied up with Japanese silk rope I pre-knotted into hand cuffs. Now, he ruined that for me as well. Yes, it's been and very fucking cold. When your Feedee leaves you out in the cold and ditches during a pandemic and after he submerged yourself in your life he helped destroy. Doesn't give a shit and is somehow the hero or victim. I would have killed him and ate him years ago. When I went to visit him. Not only was I outside in a hallway peeing in a cup after being so cold and in a car. He gave some water and grapes, green beans, nuts. Talked about calling the police and that he is dating during the peak of COVID. Then I understood why he stopped sending pictures and stopped going on FaceTime with me months ago. That lying cockroach was trying to lose weight! Omg!!! He is trying a dating service where girls get upset he sends his skinny pics and I made him fat. Then he tells me he loves me and then this bullshit of not being able to go back. Maybe we'll end up together. No never and he would have married me 5 years ago. He claims I'm crazy? I couldn't even look at his face. Then as I checked out the fat ass and body I once created and sucked on and loved. OMG!!!! He is trying to lose weight to find the (right) women to breed with. The losing of the weight for another and to be a complete fake and sell out to conform.
This Valentine's Day I took some pics of some fatties stomachs in the studio and told them to get the fuck out. I couldn't even focus on my Feedee Fantasy photogenic project. Of course, I'm suppose to be taking catalog pictures by day. I figure feedee and feeder fantasy pics by night. You know how many donut shops give away their donuts before they close? I hit like 5 in Boston. One, gave me all their pastry. I'm obviously going through something

God! Your names are so freakin awesome. You all have so many serious questions. I'll read answer some directly and indirectly. I have a small window.

I don't know if it's lack of food or the elements in my car right now. I went from a Boston apartment for awhile...to my car. You have no idea the price I paid for freedom or the people I trusted and betrayed me. My fetish is my one escape from the horrid people and things in the world. Maybe they created a monster, me. I can't change what I am. Starving in the cold right now is ecstatic I feel the opposite of what I do to my victims. I'm not sorry.